"[i]Stay away, bitch.[/i]" [b]Name:[/b] Violet Acciaroli [b]Age:[/b] 32 [b]Sex:[/b] Female [b]Sexuality:[/b] Bisexual [b]Appearance:[/b] Bald, violet eyes. 5'4". [b]Equipment:[/b][spoiler]A black suit, which has an infinite battery pack on it's right sleeve. The battery pack powers the various electronics on Violet. Mechanical eyes. Prosthetic right arm. Suit may render Violet invisible with the click of a button.[/spoiler][b]Weapons:[/b][spoiler][u]Violet Skies:[/u] •7 foot long chainsaw •New Magnesium •Extraordinarily lightweight for its size •Hooked into Violet's battery pack. [u]Mini-Gun:[/u] •Prosthetic wrist rebuilds into a mini-gun •6,000 RPM •Reloads automatically when hooked to battery pack [u]Eyes of Violet:[/u] •Revolver modeled like a .357 •Explosive bullets •Reloads automatically when hooked to battery pack [u]Super Soldier Drugs:[/u] •Increases strength, speed, and reaction time of user •Brings back Vio's illusionary abilities for a short period of time [u]Illusion Grenades:[/u] •Grenades that, when thrown, explode into an illusion gas. •Illusion gas makes opponents see things that aren't really there, and not see things that are.[/spoiler][b]Backstory:[/b][spoiler]After Anri left the dojo, Vio was depressed. Everybody else had left too, and she was left alone. Edward had gone off to war, and so, Vio crept into his old room. She knew that Edward had a serum that wiped memories, which he used on himself after leaving his home dimension. She injected herself, and lost all memory. She lost all the memories of the dojo, all the memories of Guldan, her training, all the memories of her hometown, her adoptive brother, and her illusionary abilities. She simply awoke inside Edward's room, only knowing how to speak and walk. She had no idea what she was doing there. She left immediately, and simply roamed, searching for something to jog her memory. However, something inside her was telling her that she didn't want to remember. She ignored that feeling, and continued to search in vain. All traces of her past life were gone. She became lost, and lost track of time altogether. A year later, she was found by a scientist. The scientist was horrible. Rude, brutal, and constantly talked down to the twenty year old Vio, who didn't even know her own name. Looking her over, the scientist grunted, and called her "Violet", for her purple hair and eyes. He took her in, however trained her brutally in fighting. He did not relent for a single moment, and whenever Violet wanted to take a break, she was beaten and whipped into submission. For 8 years she trained, her accuracy growing and her ability with any bladed weapon growing faster. After 8 years, the scientist geared her, with a massive, 7 foot chainsaw, some drugs, and grenades. In return for his hospitality, she'd have to be his warrior. Violet, having nothing better to do, did as the scientist asked. Until a year later, ten years after she wiped her memory, she contracted a never before seen disease, which rid her of her hair permanently, and made her cry blood. She lost all feeling in her right arm, rendering it useless. The scientist took care of her day and night, and eventually found a cure for the disease, but not before Violet went blind. The scientist continued to work, replacing her eyes with mechanical ones, and giving her a prosthetic right arm. Her hair would never regrow, however. The scientist installed a mini-gun in her prosthetic arm, and told her that the disease would not affect her physical capabilities at all. In reality, she was permanently crippled, although the scientist developed mechanical joints over her regular ones, that would do the moving and work for her, and she'd be unconsciously controlling it. He told Violet to never take the mechanical joints off, and she followed orders. But the disease was contagious, and remained dormant inside the scientist for a while before finally awaking. The scientist died a week later, in his sleep. Violet grieved, before leaving and roamed aimlessly for two years. Eventually, she found Dojoville.[/spoiler][b]Additional:[/b] None.